The banquet was a disaster, but not the bad kind of disaster. Everyone had drunk until they dropped. I worry about the food storage of the third squadron as every single one of them held their liquor for too long.
"Do you remember the time you came to me drunk?" I asked, turning my head to Sam, who was walking towards me. Sam raised his shoulders, sitting beside me on the small porch.
"Hmmm. Maybe?"
A weak chuckle slipped past my lips as I gaze ahead. "That time, you are so drunk you spouted all that nonsense."
"I don't speak nonsense, my dear."
"Just how many barrels of wine did you consume that night to get drunk?" I asked, ignoring his last remarks. "I'm pretty sure you drank just the same amount as them, but look at Ra over there. He couldn't go back to his room and just dropped."
